I was grateful when Sasha agreed to talk again. Sasha was gorgeous--23 years old, shoulder-length raven black hair, deep blue eyes she often hid behind a pair of sunglasses or her black-rimmed frames, and a true hourglass figure with perfectly proportioned D-cup breasts. We'd had a good thing going for a while; she was a few years younger than me, but we had fun going out to eat, we laughed at each others' jokes, and we had really, really good sex. When we were alone, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, and we made sure we were alone as much as possible.
When I found out that a friend and I had both matched with her on an online dating site, and that she had actually been seeing both of us at the same time, rather than being upfront about it, I didn't bring it up. When she found out we knew each other, she confronted me about it and decided that it'd be best if she took a break from both of us for a while. We didn't talk for a few weeks, as I wanted to give her some space, but after a while she started texting me again.
Even though we were talking, it wouldn't be for a few more months before we agreed to meet up again in person. We grabbed a bite near her work, and we both apologized for all sorts of things--her for not telling me about my buddy, me for not letting her know when I found out. We both were gracious and accepted that neither of us were exclusive so there were no hard feelings to be had. But, she told me that she felt like she couldn't control herself when she was around me. Which, based on our history, I could understand. So we agreed, daytime hangouts and text conversations for a while. Nothing physical. Nothing sexual.
It only took a few weeks for that to end.
Late one evening, while my roommate was out and I was finishing dinner, Sasha and I were texting as we typically did. I mentioned that I'd just picked up a movie I'd been waiting for, and asked if she wanted to come over and watch, knowing that she'd probably turn me down. To my surprise, she asked what time she should come by. I told her whenever she wanted, and she said she'd be over in a half hour.
I straightened up the living room, and pulled out some blankets since it was a colder night, and my roommate wasn't big on running the heater if he could avoid it. Before long, Sasha was at the door and I welcomed her inside with a hug.
We walked over and sat down on the couch, and I offered her a drink. "I don't think that's a good idea," she said.
"I meant like some water, or something," I replied with a smile. She looked down, a bit embarrassed, and smiled back and said that sounded fine. I turned on the TV and booted up my PS3, then popped into the kitchen to grab a couple glasses. When I filled them and returned, she had curled up in the corner of the couch and pulled a blanket up around her shoulders.
Placing the glass on the table next to the couch, I started the movie and sat opposite her, to give her a little space and help her feel more comfortable. We were watching a Marvel movie, one I'd seen already, so we settled in for a few hours of quips and ass-kicking, each of us blanketed and cozy.
About half way through, Sasha stretched out her legs and set her feet in my lap, still covered by the blanket. I didn't know if that was a signal, but I took the chance and started giving her a foot rub. She flipped on her side, and wiggled her toes as I massaged her feet through the fuzzy socks she wore. I slipped them off and rubbed her soles, then heels, and moved one hand up past her ankles to her calves. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, before she shifted to compose herself and keep watching the movie.
Seizing the invitation, I shifted down the couch and settled with her legs draped over my own, both covered in blankets, and my hands now grazing upward along her curves. Rubbing gently along the underside of her leg, I continued to massage the back of one leg while my other hand slid between her thighs. I looked over at her for a moment, wondering if she might say something, ask me to stop... but she just kept her eyes on the TV, and I caught her biting her lip ever so slightly, her breath catching just a bit.
Slowly, I started rubbing her over her thin denim jeans, long and slow movements up and down the gap between her legs. This definitely had an impact, as her head rolled back and she let out a soft gasp. Rolling over onto her back, she lifted her legs up slightly, and I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, still tucked under the blanket. My hand returned to her pussy, still covered by her panties. I felt immediately the result of my foreplay, as the fabric was already soaked through. Leaving them in place, I wedged my fingers between her lips, bunching her underwear up and pressing against her clit. I reached up with my other hand underneath her faded sweatshirt and tank top, snuck under her bra, and groped at her breast, pinching a nipple between my index and middle finger. My hands had found the right buttons, circling and stroking, and Sasha's quiet moans were drowned out by the music and explosions thrumming from the soundsystem.
